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Title: Good vibrations: a novel method for sexing turtles or The Sexing of Turtles
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 822

“What do you think would happen if we..” Tom held up the toy. “Gets a rise outa me.”

“I think this was not a good time to have come into a store like this after the bar,” Sam replied.

“Good time to come,” Tom giggled, “in a store like this? What do you think they do in the booths over there?”

“Nothing I want to do while drunk.”

“Wasn’t offering. Still let’s get one of these and see if it works, you know.”

“Okay but if it does how do we write it up?”

“We’ll think of that if it comes.” Tom took off giggling again.Read more... )
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Title: Pumpernickel
Part 9 – Enter Silas - https://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1329126.html
Author: charisstoma
Rating: R
Word count: 508

“Pumpernickel. In German, “pumpern” is “intestinal wind,” while “nickel” is a demon or sprite.” Fern looked up from the screen of her laptop where she was supposedly researching a recipe for a story.

Ezz sighed at the grin on Fern’s face and put down his computer tablet to slowly say, “yes?”

“Know anyone named Pumpernickel?”

“Be good.”

“Not the answer to my question.”

Another sigh. “Yes and he’s well aware of what his name means. He prefers to be called Nick.”Read more... )
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And Meep said: Makes me wonder what happens when a demon is after someone whose not interested, because the power and support are all with the demons here.

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The Blue Door

Title: Enter Silas
Part 8 – Trust - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1311441.html
Author: charisstoma
Word Count: 1928

His cousin had been silent for too long.

Born on the same day, they’d grown up together, shared the same great- great grandmother whose grandchildren, twin girls, had married twin brothers. Needless to say the family was close.

He and Fern touched base with each other several days a week and she’d been unreachable for too long. Last time she’d contacted him, she’d mentioned needing to do another banishment of a demon. He shook his head. He might have to do an extraction from the Demon Plane if what he thought had happened had happened. With luck she wasn’t mated yet. An uneasy dread crept up his spine when he considered if he was too late. If she didn’t like how things turned out, the repercussions could rattle the discrete diplomatic arrangements the Demon Plane had in place.

He turned off the car and sat staring at the place Fern had rented. The lights were on. That might be a good sign or she was taken during the night and never got a chance to turn them off.

“Okay. Staying in the car isn’t going to get any answers,” Silas told himself. Read more... )

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Title: Trust – Part 8
Part 7 – Conferring - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1310597.html
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 758

“So after due consideration, we recommend you take Demonology 601. Ezz has indicated that he will cover the tuition for you.”

The Liaison, the demon liaison, sat in the chair with his mate, the human Liaison whose name turned out to be Lovell, standing behind him. Xand was discretely seated behind the desk, she noticed and Lovell seemed to be hiding behind him. She could imagine what both of them were hiding, the room had a heated sexual scent to it.

“I’m not here to take classes, I’ve special status to do research,” she argued. “I’m a writer.”

“We’re aware of this. Also of the genre of the books you write and the research you are doing. Consider this, your taking this class will possibly mesh well with your writing, if not the book you are currently working on then the next. It will help you understand the relationship between demons and their mates.”

She barely restrained herself from snorting. “Demonology 601 is listed as Demonology Relationships. I looked up the class and read the class description but can’t find its location. I think Ezzy is trying to derail my current writing project’s theme.”

Xand seemed to grin, but all he did was nod his head, “that is of course possible. It is not un-understandable that he would like you focused on him as his mate and your future together. This is just a suggestion, a strong suggestion, that you talk with him about your concerns.”

She sighed and glanced at her new watch, Ezz had called it a chronometer, that was a gift from him. The dial color was turning pink.

“Ah, I see that you have an engagement,” there was a definite grin this time. Love and I are available to answer any of your questions if there’s any need. The Liaison’s Office’s website, and email address is listed on the card you were given. Even if Love and I are on the Demon Plane those contacts will reach us.”

“Wait. You’re telling me that the internet connects to the Demon Plane also?” She was astonished and an idea occurred to her.

“Yes?” Love was the one to answer her.

An evil grin spread across her lips. Oh the possibilities. “Okay. The Demonology class is on the Demon Plane, isn’t it.”

Xand nodded.

“Great,” she rose. Her, “Thank You,” was uttered as she hurriedly left.

“Think we did a good thing telling her that?”

Xand grinned up at him and pulled him down and there was the sound of cloth tearing, settling him and himself right where he wanted them. His Love would complain later and he’d explain once again that he’d heard how the Inuit had a useful idea in pants which allowed them to squat to defecate without removing their pants.
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“So,” she entered the courtyard to find Ezz seated waiting for her and reading something on his computer tablet. “I learned something just now. The Demon Plane has internet access.”

Ezz smiled and turned his tablet so she could see the screen. Whatever it was, looked official.

“Work?”

“Yes. What evil thought have you had that has you grinning at me?”

“Well, they suggested a class that they said you’d be willing to pay for me to take. Surprisingly I couldn’t locate where that class is supposed to be held. There’s no building like that on this campus. My what an innocent face you have right now.”

“It’s only held on Wednesdays and Fridays,” Ezz shrugged. “You could stay over with me on those days and maybe if you just happened to be interested, the weekends too. I could bring you back on Mondays before I go to work and pick you up late Tuesday afternoons. We could go out to eat and then to my place.”

“Ah, but I read the class description and there’s a section that’s available online. I might have to take the exams on campus but otherwise I could stay right here on this plane and take the class.”

A low growl of annoyance caused her to smile. “I want to try that kissing thing again. It was quite enjoyable,” and laughed when he moved her so swiftly onto his lap with her legs straddling his lap.

Sometime later, “Tease. You’re not wearing panties under your dress.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Should we stop?”

“You a virgin?”

“Of course.”

She grinned and smothered his pained growl with her lips knowing that he’d not try to enter ‘that’ portal and cause their first time together to be painful.

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Title: Chapter 7 - Conferring
Part 6 – Liaison - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1310597.html
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 952


“Drat!” She followed up with a hand cradling her forehead, “He called me his mate while he was poked up out of the summoning circle trap.”

The Liaison twisted his chair around with a smile. “Oh that does make things easier. If Ezz is willing to claim you as his mate then that’s one problem we don’t have to deal with. It won’t be a case of just seduce and release,” he coughed into his fist. “Sorry. That one was too good to not share,” he grinned. “Release. Get it. Don’t worry you will and love it, speaking from experience.”

Carefully she set the bottle of Starbucks Coffee Mocha down so as not to spill it on the book she was reading. The Liaison had warned her about taking extreme care with any of his books she decided to peruse while she waited for him to research her case. She didn’t want to think about what Associating with Demons and their Magic hyped up on coffee and chocolate might be capable of doing. Placing the book even more carefully on the chair she had just left, she set her hands more carefully still on the Liaison’s desk that didn’t have any computer equipment on it.

“Now look,” she calmly spoke through clenched teeth. “Regardless of his intentions, they aren’t my intentions. I don’t know him, anything about who he is other than his being a demon. Is he a good person that in 5 years, 20 years, 50 years, 150 years, I will still be able to say ‘this is my mate, it was the best day of my life when he claimed me’? Or, in 2 days will I be looking for sharp pointed objects to kill him with?”

The Liaison’s eyes had rounded slightly at the last part. “Maybe I should be more concerned for the welfare of the demon.” He made a hunt through one of the desk drawers and pulled out what looked like a dull black stone plaque. “Here, put your hand on this and hold it there ‘til it changes color.”

“What if it doesn’t change color and why am I doing this?”

“It will change color and you’ll just have to keep your hand on it until it does,” his smile had teeth in it. “It won’t release your hand until it does,” he shrugged Read more... )

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Title: Liaison – Part 6
Part 5 - Perilous Path – http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1306027.html
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1048


‘Oo-kay,’ she mentally drew out the word, they’d told them in her intro to Demonology class that the Demon Liaison Office was located in an open double entranced hall. She dithered outside the ornately decorated stone archway to that passage. The Demon Liaison Office door was so close she could practically touch the door. It was right there on the left, maybe 5 steps past the archway. There was a chip out of the stone entrance, about knee level and she wondered, guessed what could have made it. Something substantial to make that big of a chip, she didn’t want to know considering its proximity to the Liaison Office. All the wizard scenes from Harry Potter, were not real … were they?, flashed before her eyes and she did a quick compare and contrast. Nah, couldn’t be. The movie wasn’t real life… but then again most people didn’t think demons and other magical beings were either.

Taking out a handful of pebbles she tossed them one after another into the corridor tracing out her path. Before she got there the door opened and an annoyed man stuck his head out to frown at her.

“I do wish you would stop doing that. I understand why but the Liaison’s Office is protected so gather up your,” he regarded the small rocks, “protective pebbles and come in.” He glanced out the door behind her and his frown grew.

His growled, “You too,” to that someone had her practically jump up from her gathering to stand and turn toward the doorway. There was nothing there and she quickly turned to look at the man who had an amused grin on his face.

“Gotcha. Come on in and tell me about it.”

She barely kept her own growl sub-audible, well maybe not sub-audible because the man’s grin grew. Demons and their liaison, made of the same cloth.

“I heard that.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You thought it really loud then. Come on.Read more... )
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Title: Perilous Path - Part 5
Part 4 – Research - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1305043.html
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 304

‘Step into the water,’ the cheerful splashing fountains said or so it seemed as she walked by them.
‘Nope. Nope. Nope. Not going to,’ she sped up as she walked by the long line of vertically dancing water.

Slightly ahead of her, like 3 steps and she had already angled her path to go around the person, a student bent down to rescue some bug or penny or ‘something’. With a cry the student fell sideways into the grey, blue, and white roiling length of water to seemingly disappear. Just as quickly they reappeared gasping, bobbing to the surface and levered themselves out and a couple steps from the water feature’s edge.

“You okay?” she asked him,

“Wha..? Um yeah, I think so. I could swear the water just molested me. It um felt me up back and front.”

“Oh...” she paused, how to explain, “you should sit-in at one of the Demonology lectures.”

Wide eyed, “Wha…? No Way. I’m not into that fantasy stuff. Engineering student,” he said as if that explained everything.

She smiled, “that probably explains why the fountain burped you out then,” and she quickly continued on staying on the furthest portion of the walkway away from the water.

‘So water too is dangerous.’she thought and connecting some dots groaned. ‘No bathes? Showers?’ “Argh! What next, a gust of wind,” she paused mid step, the wind had picked up sending swirling eddies of leaves. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out one of the landscaping pebbles and tossed it at the largest mini-dust devil…leaf devil? The stone disappeared but from the midst of the leaves she heard a distinct, “OW,” and the wind dropped scattering leaves upon the ground.

With more speed she power walked towards the Campus Demon Liaison Office, totally avoiding the larger water feature along the way.


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Title: Research - Part 4
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Author: charisstoma
Word count: 438

After the incident in the foyer and then the wide glass door, she was feeling hunted. She’d made it outside safely thanks to the greater foot traffic on the lower level stairwell. If this continued it was going to seriously impact her ability to do the things she needed to do, like earn a living. As far as her creative writing class, she rolled her eyes.

Picking up a taco and a soda at a street vendor, she sat on a bench in the dappled shade of a tree to consider. She needed information, so:

1. research at the Library on protective measures against demon possession
2. visit the demon liaison office which had a daunting location with its dual portal.
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The Library wasn’t difficult. Lots of students entering or leaving at the same time that she was. The references were more difficult, she smiled, something to do with students doing research.
Finally she got a reference that was high on the list of books suggested for the upper level Demonology Classes, a student told her a title on that list and went with her to find it on the shelves. Together they found the pages pertinent to her needs, used the copier, something the sympathetic and helpful student suggested though she kind of figured out that the student wanted the book themselves. She was lucky that the book was a ‘Reference’ and therefore for in-Library use only.

Trying to exit out of the Library through the double sliding doors should have been easy; once more in a tandem with students some of whom met the criteria of demon-munchies, evidently her predicament was becoming known. In fact one of them had rudely shoved her back to step through and had promptly disappeared. To reappear almost as quickly. The student was practically coughed back out into the Library and a low growl had more than her rubbing the hair on their arms to settle goosebumps. Tit for tat, she grabbed the angry rejected student and firmly walked out with her arm in arm, a smile broad upon her face in contrast with the grumpy face of the student.

Undoubtedly there was some rule she was breaking, as she stooped to gather and pocket a handful of pebbles from the landscaping. But they were one of the most easily accessible protective items. Throw a few through a doorway/possible summoning circle and when the first hits the ground step threw whatever entrance you needed to get through safely and still be on this plane.

Now just make it across campus and into the Liaison Office. Should be easy as pie, right.
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Part 1 - Attention Deficit Distraction

Part 2 – It’s Magic

Part 3 - The Meeting

Part 4 - Research

Part 5 - Perilous Path 

Part 6 – Liaison

Part 7 – Conferring

Part 8 – Trust

Part 9 - Enter Silas

Part 10 - Pumpernickel





Persons -
Fern McKenny - main character
Ezz - demon
Silas McKenny - cousin of Fern
Pumpernickel -friend of Ezz (demon)
Hank - human transported thru a summoning circle
Sally - texts in Capslock but not that text
Georgie - Sally's assistant
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Title: The Meeting
Part 2 – It’s Magic - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1301932.html
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 453


The door was way too large. This was her first clue. Second was that it was not child or klutz friendly, anyone if they weren’t being aware could catch their hand or whatever in the shorter part of the door frame when it pivoted on its hinge. Why would any sane person want a door like that? No one human.

Ah.

To get to the room where her appointment was, she’d need to pass through this door.

Standing in front of the ‘open’ door, she murmured, “Not going to happen,” and did what a door does, especially what this one did, pivot around and walked away.

“Oh, come on,” followed her and a smile spread across her face. ‘Darn, foiled again,’ she said soto voci.

“I heard that.”

Pressing the button to call the elevator back to the floor she was on, she pulled out her phone. Scrolling through her messages, she tapped the text concerning her meeting. ‘Yep, that’s the room.’ Just to be sure she sent off a separate text to the individual who had sent it to here.

The phone pinged shortly, ‘SORRY. I HAVE NO MEMORY OF ARRANGING A MEETING WITH YOU TODAY.’

Dear Sally. He never could figure out how to get his phone texts out of caps-lock. Then again, she was no help because her texts were all lower case; she snorted. And THAT should have been a clue; though Sally might have had his assistant send the meeting message, Georgie did know how to text in both upper and lower case.
hat brought up an even more worrying idea. Ezz might have figured out how to hack into her phone’s text messaging.

Turning she called out, “Ezz, if you’re hacking my phone, Cut. It. Out.”

Only the hum of the elevator could be heard and its loud ping of arrival. As she was just about to step through the opening doors, another ping sounded, this time from her phone.

The text read as, “Who me?”

She decided to take the stairs right next to the elevator bank doors. There were more floor exits and entrances with opportunities for others, especially on the lower levels, to be using the staircase to leave the building. According to common knowledge, two humans could not be transported through a summoning circle if they didn’t know and voluntarily want to enter them with the full knowledge that it was a summoning circle.

The elevator behind her positively growled as she walked through the doorway into the stairwell. Only 12 floors. She was going to get her cardio in after all.

Sending a reply text to Ezz, ‘door size, overeager much?’

The ping came only a moment later, “Very eager.’

“Drat it!”
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summoning circle

Title: It's Magic
Part 1 - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1300329.html
Author:charisstoma
Word count: 659


She paused as she entered the office building; in front of the elevator bank someone had defined the circle of the campus name with a neat arrangement of yellow wet floor signs.

“Oh Lord he must be desperate.”

“Someone’s trying to summon a janitor,” was laughed by one of the group of students entering the foyer behind her.

With a roll of her eyes she turned, “How many of you have taken Demonology 101? Raise your hands.” She’d found if you acted with authority generally the students listened.

“Oh Pulleese.” The student stepped around one of the signs to enter the circle.

There was a hush as they all waited to see if there’d be any repercussions, the student inside the circle smirked. Just as it seemed as if nothing was going to happen the floor seemed to go translucent and the student gave a shout as he disappeared through the floor.

A disgruntled voice could be heard, “Drat it. Wrong sex and person.” Then more querulously, “Didn’t anyone teach you about summoning circles. Back you go.”

“Hank,” one of the girls cried as ‘Hank’s head and shoulders started to reappear through the floor.Read more... )

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Title: Attention Deficit Distraction
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 243

Drat it. Carefully she lifted the mirror from the altar like vanity as if it were an offering, supporting the silvery polished surface from below and not touching its reflective portion. Too much work went into keeping the mirror clear, bright and perfect. Turning the mirror towards the demon, she said, “See yourself and go, return from where you came and never leave that place.”

The demon laughed, his eyes glowing. “You think you can banish me from this plane before I plant myself in you?”

Her smile answered and made him pause. Sweeping out his hand as if to strike the impediment to his desire, he made the mistake of looking.

His denial slowly vanished as the mirror rapidly sucked him in and through. Some day she resolved, replacing the mirror in its spot as carefully as she’d picked it up.; she would scry where the various ones went when so banished. One could only live so long before curiosity became too strong.

Turning back to the monitor, set onto the back of the vanity, her fingers found the keyboard and she let the internet suck her in. There was scrying and there was informational scrying. Her smile broadened, research, scrying through a monitor was called research. The fiction she was working on was sorely in need of researching. Now where was that photo of the door that seemed to have an eye in the center of its organic exterior. She shuddered.

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meep door prompt
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Title: The Door Part 3
Part 2
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 511




“Busy day,” Victor expressed his opinion. “Great food, as usual little brother.”

Gavin finished wiping down the cooktop and blew out a breath. “I might need to take on more staff. A person needs some balance in his life and free time.”

“Free time,” Victor snorted. “With his legs open and around you. I don’t think you want to be free.”

Gavin gave a slow wide smile, “Oh, yeah.”

“When are you planning to make an honest mate of him?”

“Soon. I hope. Got to get him through the wedding planning.” He laughed, “Might have to run away to Scotland and Gretna Green.”

“Oooooooh,” Victor drew out in fake dismay. “That’ll go over well with the family.”

“There’s always the reception after to show him off.”

“You really believe that’ll fly. How are you going to keep your scaredy cat from bolting?”

“He does well with adapting to circumstances. Think it’s the build up of stress that would put him off the idea. He’d want everything to be just so and near kill himself trying to make it perfect. The tension would ruin it for him.”

“Could get the family to do the preparations. Just tell him you want to get married on a certain date, maybe mention Gretna,” Victor shrugged, “which wouldn’t be a lie since you could always do the honeymoon there after you officially bed him here. Then bring him to the finished product. The family would love to get involved.”

“I’ll talk it over with Toby. For now I just want to get home.”

“Can’t wait to get into your pussy?” Victor grinned watching his brother redden.

“Victor… “ Gavin stopped and took a deep breath, “will the family still want to help if they know that Toby’s family is feline were?”

Victor blinked, “Really?”

Gavin nodded.

“Okay. Well at least he’s were too. What kind of feline?”

“Don’t know yet.”

“He’s never changed around you?”

“I haven’t changed in front of him either.”

“O-kay. I know you love him and assume he loves you too, so that needs to change. It’s called trust.”
“Yeah. Kind of why I haven’t pushed the wedding plans. ‘Course he and I could go to Gretna and bond first.”

“Or you could do the conversation, don’t give me that look, first. You and he have already done the naked thing since you’ve had sex of some sort; being in your were form is just another version of that.”

“I’ll talk to him.”

“Either you do or I will change in front of him so he knows what to expect. Maybe I’ll take him to see the preschool while the cubs are in puppy form instead. Be good for him anyway since he might have one.”

“I’LL TALK TO HIM.”

“See you do. I like your Toby. I want the both of you to be happy.”

Victor was unprepared for Gavin to hiss at him. His “Oh, he has been teaching you things,” was met with the more usual growl. “Well, at least whatever kind of feline your Toby is, he hisses.”
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Title: The Door part 2
Part 1
Author: charisstoma
Word count:412

“Okay, it looks even better after dark. The flowers show up better.”

The lights inside went out and the exterior lights illuminated the entrance leaving the stained glass of the windows in a more classic beige and black patterned glass expanse in keeping with the warm cream of the coffered entrance arch.

“Oh Wow. Beautiful.”

Gavin laughed hugging Tobias from the side, “My little traditionalist.”

Tobias returned the hug, not difficult since he was standing with his arm around Gavin. “I think I love you,” he said with uncertainty at the words' reception.

“I know I love you,” was answered.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Really really?”

Gavin tightened his arm further. “Yes.”

“Oh, good.” Tobias smiled up at Gavin. “’Cause I’ve been worrying. A person doesn’t like to bring things like that up when they don’t know if it’s going to be reciprocated.”

“Silly. You’re easy to love.”

‘Just as easy to fall out of love,” there was the uncertainty again in Tobias’ voice.

“Nope. I have fallen fast but it’s not going to go away. It’s a family tradition. Once in love, always in love and there’s a feeling inside that tells you ‘this is your one’.”

“That sounds kinda werewolf or vampire fantasy story.” Tobias grinned, “You read fantasy stories,” he accused then frowned. “And I haven’t found any in your house. I looked.”

Gavin laughed, “Have you been bored enough to need fantasy stories?”

Tobias blushed, “I don’t think it possible to be bored around you. You’re kind of distracting.”

“It’s my talented tongue,” was answered with assurance.

“Shhhhh,” Tobias glanced around in case there was anyone around them to hear. “Um, that might have something to do with it.”

“Only might?”

“Hush you.”

“Marry me and be my bitch.”

That caused Tobias to blink. “Okay, that…. That was interesting. Yes to the first part and um bitch?”

“Werewolf for designated spouse.”

“You really are a were?!”

“Yes. Does it make a difference?”

“NO. No, no difference. Just um… I’m feline.”

“Then per your family tradition you’d be my queen,” was said with a shrug. Gavin smiled, “Explains why you smell so tantalizing and why you like to play with your food or should I say prey.”

“Shhhhhhh.” If Tobias could blush any hotter he didn’t know how.

Not to be deterred, “And how good your tongue feels.”

“Gavin!”

“Yes my little pussy.”

“Okay we need to take this home before ...” the rest was lost in the kiss.

“Yes, home.”
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Title: We Are Not Pleased
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 359

“I know, sweetheart. But it’s only for a few hours.”

“A dog.”

“Only,” Tony’s voice was becoming aggravated, “for an hour or two.”

“Why would you invite a dog into our house?!”

“One, he’s a sweet dog. He’s been very non-aggressive when I dealt with him in the past when he broke into the backyard before. Two, there was a thunderstorm and I found him curled up on the porch against the door and even his ears were shivering.”

Don curled his lip up in a sneer, “So he was a little cold. He has his own house.”

“He was afraid! So I let him in.”

“And fed him… some of MY food and you let him on the couch in spite of the fact he’s already lifted his leg on the back door. He’s trying to muscle in on my territory! And if he thinks he’s coming into our bed……..”, a fang was exposed.

“I only have cat food and it was the dry stuff anyway. I put a blanket on the couch for him to lie on. Dogs do that marking thing to advertise that they’ve been there. Think it has something to do with not getting lost and saying Hi.”

“And the bed?”

“He’s not ours. As soon as it’s less wet out, the wizard across the fence will come and get him, if Fred doesn’t go home on his own. His Wizard contacted me via mirror less than 15 minutes ago.”

“’Fred’ can go home now.”

“Fred has been sick with some respiratory thing that’s going around. He thought he was able to go for a short walk in the fresh air and got caught in the rain.”

“He’s SICK and you let him IN? That does it. I need to go to the doctor right now.”

“Canine familiar flu is not feline familiar contagious.”

“Uh huh.”

Tony sighed, “I called our own doctor. The Wizard confirmed it per his own doctor too. You’re safe. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go heat up some chicken soup for Fred.”

Don growled. From the next room he could see Fred silently laughing. Stupid dog.
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Title: When Bird meets Mantis
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 449


Vis was not going to let a good meal go to waste even if he wasn’t hungry, that’s not the way his parents brought him up. ‘You never can know when you will find food,’ was a favorite adage of theirs. So he swooped down on the mantis and watched in awed surprise as the crazy thing reared up with its forelegs positioned to grab prey. At almost the last minute he pulled up but it wasn’t going to be enough and so he shifted.

The mantis should have bounced off Vis’ greater bulk but Vis found himself thudding into a larger body which took the brunt of the impact as they both hit the ground. Vis was on top but that quickly changed too.

“Well hello to you too,” said the man with the greenest eyes Vis had ever seen.

“You’re the mantis?” Vis asked gloomily.

With a grin, “Yep.”

“Well Ants! “

The other shifter laughed, “Language.”

“Yeah, well how would you feel if you found a good meal who turned out to not be meal eligible.”

“Oh you can eat me but not quite the way you were thinking,” the mantis now man purred, “I wouldn’t mind that at all. In fact I’d make it worth your while but I claim reciprocal service, at least until we get to know each other better. Don’t mind a blow job from a stranger but for more well….”

“Oooo-kay:
1. We haven’t been introduced.
2. I don’t put out anything on first meeting. “
The stranger grinned.
”3. Um, I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“Never?”

“Never,” Vis said firmly blushing, “And you’re getting heavy.”
The weight atop him eased a bit as the mantis levered himself up a bit onto his elbows.

“Ptery, with a P. Feeling very happy to meet you,” his hips ground into Vis’ belly rubbing against him.

“Happy, huh? Is that what you call it.”

“Yes, yes it is. Soon to be happier, I hope. And you would be….”

“Vis. I’d say pleased to meet you but … you know.”

There was a sigh, “Yeah. I know. How about a do over? Meet you here in an hour?”

“How will I know its you?”
“I won’t be in my insect persona.”

“Okay. Um it might be better if you could find some clothing to put on too.”

Ptery grinned, “I’d say the same to you but I like the view and feel too much.”

“Perve.” Vis grinned.

“One kiss before you go?”

“I don’t put out on first meetings.”

“Vis, you do realise that kissing’s not putting out, don’t you?”

“Yep,” Vis chirped and flew off to get clothed. He had a date.
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Title: It was a Dark and Rainy Night
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 677

The glinting drops of rain falling caught the lights of a pub and the only inviting doorway in the dark. If there was alcohol surely there’d be coffee to take the chill out of his body while his fur dried. It had seemed the best option to be in his feline form, smaller and faster, to avoid the wetness. More fool him.

Morris flitted through the door as a leaving patron came out. Warmth, darkness lit with spots of light especially at the bar, and a congenial ambiance enveloped him and he didn’t even try to stop his purr. The lit bar drew him to leap up onto a stool, the words, “Coffee please,” spilling from his mouth.

“You sure you’re in the right place?” came from the dog on the seat next to him.

The barman had already moved down the bar to a hotplate picking up a mug on the way.

“I’d say so,” Morris purred as the barman automatically reached for the creamer. The man was not stupid.

“This is a canine bar. Pussies aren’t wanted here,”

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Title: The Kitten in the Egg
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 459

“Pol the doctor is here to check the baby,” drew no reaction as Pol was in his brooding chicken state.

“It’s alright,” the doctor replied, “let’s just take a peek at the little one,” as he petted and then picked up Pol to reveal the kitten.

Holding his breath at how Pol would react, Grey relaxed as Pol verbalized his nervousness at the interruption of his childcare.

“This your first?” The doctor picked up the kitten to look it over then put it down close to Pol and watched the kitten crawl underneath his welcoming spread wings.

“Yes, I don’t think Pol quite knew what was entailed and then his chicken side kicked in once he laid the kitten’s egg.”

“I guess the real reason I called you is is the kitten healthy and how … um … feeding?”

The doctor looked at Pol, “hmm. Mind if I take a peek at your underside there Pol?” So saying the doctor lifted Pol again, stopping when it produced a squawk. It was obvious that there’d be no problem as the kitten had come up too, dangling, latched firmly onto Pol.

“Well that seems to be the answer to that question,” the doctor answered. “Pol evidently has nipples. We’ll wait until the feeding is done and then I’ll take a better look at the kitten and at Pol. How long has Pol been in his poultry shift? And how long ago did you say the egg hatched?”

“Pol shifted about 10 days ago and the kitten hatched yesterday. I wasn’t sure what to do. I thought once the egg hatched that Pol would change back to human form.”

“Well this is the first poultry feline combination I’ve been called to. We’ll give them a few more days. Kittens grow quickly and just the fact that he or she was able to crawl back under Pol says that soon the kitten won’t be as dependent on him. When that happens, Pol will probably spend more time out of his chicken form. For now it’s easier to take care of neonates in shifted form and Pol is following instinct,”
the doctor said in professional mode. “Is Pol eating well and what has he been given for food?”

When the answer was regular chicken feed, arrangements were made to have some high quality dry kitten food delivered that day.

“Kitten food is high in protein and calcium which will be good for Pol and improve the milk’s quality the kitten gets through him. ‘Fraid the determination of the kitten’s sex will probably have to wait until a few days from now when I come out to do a recheck. Kittens and chicks have the same problem, difficult to tell gender early on,” he laughed.
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Title: You are what?
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 233


“Oh, to be or not to be.”

“That’s being kind of morbid,” Hugh said.

“Look, just look.” Jeff gestured at the sign.

Hugh grinned, “Good thing we didn’t drive. It probably isn’t noticed if you’ve no magic. Try squinting.” He followed through with action, “Ha, a fuzzy ‘Exiting’”

“Or you need to get your glasses’ prescription checked,” Jeff nodded. “Wonder what would happen if a person didn’t pay?”

“I know that if we go into the stairwell without an aura print on the door that all we’ll get is a chance to see the city from the upper levels of the parking garage; probably pretty at night, romantic even.”

Moving the plastic sack from one hand to the other, Jeff leaned against the door, “Well, I know something that’ll be even more romantic; you naked on these silk sheets.” The door clicked.

“Ha.” Hugh urged Jeff through the door, “My imagined view is you the one spread naked on the sheets waiting for me,” he whispered as they stepped out into the Academy’s transit kiosk. He grinned, “Oh, to be had or not to be had tonight. That is the question.”

“That’s a good question.”

“I bought the sheets.”

“Hmmm, true. But I bought the special extended use lube.”

“Then while you fuck me, I get the control of the remote variable speed vibrator up your ass.”

Jeff moaned and walked faster.

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